"This car must be expensive, right?" Li Huowang asked, touching the red leather beside him and looking at Qing Wanglai in the driver's seat.
The car sped along, its engine humming—sometimes low, sometimes high. Although Li Huowang didn't know much about cars, he knew from the sound and the shape of the hood alone that it was the kind his family could never afford.
Just then, Yang Na looked up from her phone in surprise, having just searched for the price. She leaned over and whispered it into Li Huowang's ear. After hearing what his girlfriend told him, Li Huowang slowly pulled his hand back from the leather.
Seeing this guy's shabby look while eating in the school cafeteria, he'd never have guessed he was so wealthy.
"What does it matter if it's expensive or cheap? In the end, it's all just a projection," Qing Wanglai said. "What I really want to know is what this car is a projection of."
